DARK HOUSE (Casa Sombria)

© Tchoopiper 2026 Todos os direitos reservados. DARK HOUSE Three in the morning My room starts getting cold A different scent now Fills the air Gray mist rising From the floor to the ceiling Thoughts invade me But they're not mine Broken phrases Steal my reason My body freezes And I stay trapped Dark house She comes back again Between the silence and the fog Someone watches me, maybe Dark house Green eyes in the dark A distant whisper Taking over my mind From the smoke she rises Red hair flowing Never touches the ground But controls my thoughts Slowly getting closer Whispers in my ear In an ancient language I've never heard before I don't move I don't breathe Can't control What I feel Dark house She comes back every night Between desire and fear She takes all of me Dark house No more dream or real She doesn't want promises Only my body in the end